Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My old house was haunted. When I moved there, I was 4 years old. Ever since I can remember, there was always someone in my room with me.

The first thing that happened, that I can remember, was when I was 5 years old. My mom and I went to the game room and ended up falling asleep in there. Late in the night, I woke up to a noise. I looked over at the table where I had set my stuffed animal, and my stuffed animal was moving. Something was moving my stuffed animal back and forth across the table. I kept waking up my mom and pointing but she just kept telling me to go to sleep. So for an hour, I sat up and watched the stuffed animal slide across the table, be picked up, and put back down.

If you asked my parents today if my old house was haunted, they would probably say no because the ghost only communicated with me. Anyway, as I got older, more and more things happened, and more and more severe.

So from 5 years old to 7 years old, stuff in my room would move occasionally and I would hear a whisper every now and then. Soon, it got worse. When I was about eight years old, things starting happening in my room when I was asleep. Almost every night I would wake up to noises in my room. Everyone in the house was asleep and I would wake up almost the same time every night to whispering going on next to my bed and a flute playing. No one in our house had a flute, and next to my bed I would hear a flute being played horribly and loudly. I would cover my ears and cry, and I would scream for it to stop. My parents would run upstairs and say, “What’s wrong?” and I would point to the right side of my bed. They would turn on the light and nothing was there and the whispering and flute-playing stopped. I started leaving a lamp on in my room, and I hated it because when I would wake up to whispering and flute-playing, a human shadow would be on my sheets and something would touch my bed. It went on for a year. Soon, things started disappearing. I would put something on my dresser and five minutes later, I would come back for it and it would be gone. I would end up finding it in my closet or on the stairs.

By the time I was 9 years old, my parents decided I could start staying home alone. I was excited because I was “a big girl”. So my first time home alone, it was unbearable. Doors would shut and open and I would hear people saying my name over and over. I could hear foot steps on the stairs and I finally got so scared, I locked myself in the bathroom with my phone and cry.

When I turned 10 years old, I started seeing shadows all the time. Foggy clouds floating around in my room and shadows of people. And of course, the whispering, shadows on my bed, and stuff disappearing continued. After awhile, I got used to it.

It was when I had just turned 12 that things got really bad. I recall a time last year (I was 12) that I was sick and home from school. Since my parents work, they were gone and I was home alone. I was sitting on the couch watching TV, when the room got really cold. I heard someone walking towards me, and could feel the air moving, and I looked to the left of me on the couch, and an indent formed of someone sitting. Then, something touched me. They had their hand on my back, rubbing my back slowly. I could feel my shirt moving on my back. I froze and was terrified. Then, my back started hurting horribly. It was the most painful thing, and the pain was moving across my back with the rubbing. So I looked up stuff on the computer while it was going on, and it said that the only ghost causing you pain is a demon, so I freaked out. Then, a door opened upstairs and I could hear the creaking. Then it slammed really loud. Suddenly, loud stomping was on the stairs and the indent next to me was gone.

But the absolute worst was when I was about to move out, and move to the house I live in today. I started seeing the ghost. One time, I put my sunglasses on my lamp shade because I was trying to find a place for it. In the sunglasses, I saw me and I started laughing and waving. My heart started to race and I looked at the reflection and a young girl was standing behind me. I turned around and nothing was there. So, one day, my mom and dad are gone and my sister is downstairs. I go into her room and right as I turn the corner, a young girl is standing there, looking at me, and her skin was as white as paper. She had long, black hair and a white, old-style dress. I ran as fast as I could downstairs and was freaking out. My sister was downstairs and looked at me like, “What?”

Then, about 3 days before we left, I was in my sister’s empty room and the window let the light shine on the walls and there was no shadow shapes, because her room was empty. Then, a girl’s shape appeared on the wall. She started walking across the wall, and then running at me. I slammed the door. The day before we moved, my backpack got ripped up in the air right in front of me, then thrown to the ground. So, that was all that happened.

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